You don't want to be alone [ Jasper ]

[Elizaveta Héderváry]

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[attr="class","YAMtext"] Gah. Today, Eliza had been assigned patrol. Besides her half-sister, Laurel, who was Taxiarhos, Eliza held one of the higher ranks in the Cabin, and with that came a couple of added responsibilities. She would occasionally oversee a small group around patrol time, but this time she had opted to go alone, as there was already a group around the other side. of course, Eliza went horseback. She felt more comfortable on the back of a horse, specifically her own horse, Agnes. Agnes wasn’t like the other horses at the camp, for the fact that she wasn’t a pegasus. Instead, she was Eliza’s own horse. She was lent a stall in the stables for her. After all, she had arrived on horseback and it would be pointless to waste breath and send a horse back to where it came from, especially one that was so attached to it’s owner. Eliza galloped along the hill, paying to the slippery slope that her mare treaded on. With a loud whinny to snap Eliza out of her thoughts, Agnes had lost her footing, and was galloping furiously and far faster than Eliza had anticipated.                                                                                   “Agnes!”, Eliza yelped, her grip tightening on the reins, but to no avail. The chestnut mare whinnied and hollered in the Hungarian girl’s tight grasp, each bucking second threatening to loosen the grip that Elizaveta held on the horse. With a final kick, Eliza was sent soaring through the air, along with the content of her bags. On impact with the ground, the swing of her legs met solid rock. Eliza muttered a curse as she felt her leg scraped harshly against the rock, her head smacked against the dense forest floor. Her blood spilled, so close to the border was so tempting for the monsters who preyed outside the camp’s borders. Thank god it wasn’t in the woods,or she’d be running into some real trouble there. her head throbbing and knees wobbly and shaken, Eliza pushed herself up from the ground, collecting her belongings, which consisted of many doujinshi and defensive weapons, say she encountered a rogue monster or worse, a Roman.                                                                              Eliza began the march back to camp, her bag swung along her back with ease. She hid her pain well, despite the slow trickle of blood seeping from the scrape wound. She would have been fine on her own, but she knew that there was a chance of infection, considering how dirty the wound had gotten on the floor of the hill. She hoped she hadn’t scared any of the newbies who would make their first trek up the hill soon. A fresh bloodstain was enough to instill fear in a small child’s head. Likely, they knew of the dangers the real world brought. And that was not including their not-so friendly neighbors on the West coast. Eliza pushed open the doors to the infirmary, a small gasp for breath escaping her lips. Her head spinned rounds, and she leaned over the doorway, panting breaths loud enough to alert someone to her presence. “I got in a bit of an accident, my horse flung me off on the hill”, she muttered, blinking her wide green eyes.

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First Jasperliza thread! Takes place in the infirmary, and Eliza has a bloody scrape on her leg and a major headache

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Another Sunday, another morning on duty in the medical ward. The morning had almost gone without incident until a young Aphrodite girl with blonde hair came to him with a nasty diagonal cut across her face. She'd gotten it by sparring, and she was blubbering and crying, convinced her face would be permanently scarred. Jasper had calmed her with his relaxing tone as he gave her ambrosia to chew on. The crying soon stopped and Jasper got to work patching up her wound. Unfortunately when the girl ceased her crying, she replaced it with constant questions on how long it would take to treat the wound, would the wound fade away, how pretty was she, and, worst of all, what hair product Jasper used.

Her constant chatter gave the son of Apollo an incentive to work faster, and within twenty tortuous minutes the girl was leaving the big house, after giving Jasper a big hug. Jasper yawned, both because of the early hour he found himself in, and the sheer boredom washing over him. He was wearing a pair of surf shorts and a grey 'Imagine Dragons', t-shirt. He was about to sit down and start strumming on his Les Paul when another girl entered the room. Jasper could tell she'd hurt her lower leg from how she walked, probably her foot or ankle. The brunette wasn't difficult to look at, he'd give her that. Jasper moved away from his guitar, pointing at one of the medical beds, indicating for her to make herself comfortable on it. "Hi, my name's Jasper", he greeted. "Can you explain to me what happened to you?".

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[attr="class","YAMtext"] Oh. The blonde boy was actually pretty cute. Then again, Eliza had never seen an unattractive Apollo boy. And there was no way that he could have just been an assistant and not a cute Apollo medic, usually those came from her cabin and weren't as...sunny? Or cute. Dear gods, she sounding like some middle schooler fawning over her pre-pubescent heartthrob. Gross. That was almost pitiful. "Ah, alright", she said, with a small nod. "The name's Eliza, Daughter of Athena", she said, with a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Jasper." She took notice to the Imagine Dragons shirt on him, as well as the fact that he had a guitar. "Oh, you play guitar?"                                                  "I was on patrol and my horse lost it's footing and bumped me off, and I scraped my leg and hit my head", she muttered. She didn't quite like this, she felt weak in a sense, not something she wanted to feel like. "It doesn't hurt or anything. I just don't want an infection", she clarified, tucking her leg in closer to her. She didn't like putting it on display like that to everyone but the medic. Of course Jasper would need to take a look at it, but there was no reason for everyone else to gawk at the injury to her pride. It was bad enough she had lost control of Agnes on the hill, and there was no way she was going to be allowed to go alone again for anytime soon. At least it was likely that Agnes had returned to the stables. She was just frightened, not rogue. The stables were her home and Elizaveta knew her horse well, she'd be back sooner or later.

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Jasper was glad to see someone recognise his pride and joy, the custom Les Paul guitar given to him by his father. The guitar could morph into an axe, and was as deadly as it was elegant. He picked in up, showing it off to the girl. The guitar was glossy black, with a celestial bronze outline. "Yeah my dad gave me this, it's also an axe", he explained.

The mention of his guitar had almost made him forget the girl was wounded. He moved closer, taking a look at her leg, listening to her as she explained what had happened. If it had been anyone else, Jasper would had complained, calling them foolish and careless. But the girl had remarked on his guitar, and she'd been smart enough to come to the infirmary immediaty after being wounded. There was also the fact that she was sort of pretty. Jasper grabbed some ambrosia and disinfectant from a nearby cabinet. "Don't worry, what you did was natural. Demigods fall from horses all the time. You're lucky, you could have broken something, and that would put you out of action for a while", he went on. He invited her to rest her leg on the bed. "I'll apply some disinfectant to the wound. It will sting, but I'll give you ambrosia for the pain. Then I'll wrap it up and in an hour that leg of yours should be good as new!", he finished, pouring some disinfectant on a cloth and resting the ambrosia next to the girl. She began to clean the wound with the liquid, hoping it wasn't stinging too much. He occasionally glanced at the girl, speaking as he did so. "So, are you new to camp, or have you been here for a while?".